The moment I stepped out of the washroom, his eyes locked onto me with an intensity that made my breath hitch. His gaze roamed over me, slow and deliberate, as if he were memorizing every inch of my body. Nobody has ever compliment me like he did today.
The way his lips curled into a faint, mischievous smile sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire I couldn't ignore. I felt exposed.I could feel his eyes on me the entire time as I stood before the mirror, doing my makeup.
I sat in the passenger seat, stealing glances at him as he drove with unwavering focus. The maroon shirt he wore hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, paired with sleek black trousers that only added to his charm.
His sleeves were rolled up just enough to expose his forearms, and the sight of his veins flexing with every movement of the steering wheel had me completely captivated. There was something undeniably sexy about the effortless way he carried himself-his quiet confidence, his strong hands, and the way his jaw tightened slightly as he concentrated. My pulse quickened just watching him.
Author's POV:-
Both of them arrived at their destination, a luxurious hotel cum restaurant. As he stepped out of the car, he quickly made his way to her side, opening the door with a subtle, charming gesture. She stepped out, her eyes scanning the grand entrance of the hotel.
"Pehle kabhi aaye ho yaha?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.
She shook her head silently, her lips curling into a faint smile.
Without another word, he reached for her hand, his fingers curling gently around hers as he began leading her away-not toward the main entrance but to the side of the building.
She frowned, her brows knitting together in confusion. "Hotel ka entrance toh woh hai... hum kaha jaa rahe hain?"
He didn't answer immediately, his lips lifting into a teasing smile. "Bas dekhti jao," was all he said, his tone filled with quiet mystery.
Her curiosity deepened as they turned a corner, stepping into a secluded garden area hidden from the rest of the hotel. Her breath caught the moment her eyes fell on the scene before her. The garden was transformed into something out of a fairytale-a canopy of twinkling lights hung above, casting a soft golden glow over the space. White curtains swayed gently with the evening breeze, framing a single table set for two. On the table sat a delicate bouquet of red roses, their vibrant petals adding a touch of romance to the intimate setup.
Saina's lips parted in awe as she took in the sight. The serenity of the space, the soft hum of nature, and the thoughtfulness behind every detail left her completely speechless. It was as if the entire world had melted away, leaving just the two of them in this private, enchanting bubble.
"Yeh sab...?" she finally managed to whisper, her voice barely audible as she turned to look at him.
He smiled, his gaze soft and full of affection. "Tumhare liye."
She got startled when he kneel down on his knees as he held the bouquet. His eyes were slightly teared as he confessed
'I want to say many things right now but the first thing is ..I AM SORRY SAINA..I AM REALLY VERY SORRY'
She looks at him.
His voice cracked as he continued, "I know a simple four-letter word isn't enough for the damage I've caused. I know I hurt you, and I've replayed that moment over and over in my mind, wishing I could take it all back. But trust me, Saina, the things I said that day... they weren't true. Not even close. I didn't mean to insult you. I didn't mean to push you away with those cruel words."
He looked down, unable to meet her eyes, guilt weighing heavily on his shoulders. His grip tightened on the bouquet, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to find the words. "I am sor-"
Before he could finish, she crouched down to his level, her arms wrapping tightly around him. The bouquet tumbled to the ground as he froze in surprise, but the sound of her muffled sob pulled him out of his daze.
"Bas... aur sorry mat kahiye," she whispered, her voice trembling as she held him closer. Her tears dampened his shoulder, and a soft sob escaped her lips. "I know you're feeling guilty. I can see it in your eyes, in the way you've been trying so hard to make up for it."
His arms slowly came around her, hesitating at first, but then tightening as if he were afraid to let go.
"That day..." her voice cracked, and she pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes glassy with tears. "That day, I was hurt. Bahut hurt hui thi aapki baatein sunkar. It felt like you shattered something inside me. But in all these days... your actions, your every little effort... they've shown me how much you regret those words."
Her hand moved to cup his cheek, forcing him to meet her gaze. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, the weight of her forgiveness visibly lifting some of the burden he carried.
"You didn't just say sorry," she continued, her voice soft but steady. "You showed me how much you cared. How much you were willing to make up for that moment. And because of that, I forgave you long before you knelt down today."
A tear slipped from his eye as he whispered, "Saina..."
She smiled faintly, brushing away his tears with her thumb. "We all make mistakes. But what matters is how we make things right, and you've done that. You've shown me the man you truly are.
He didn't say a word, just pulled her closer, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist as if he never wanted to let go. She melted into his embrace, feeling the intensity of his emotions through the way he held her. The warmth of his chest and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calmed her completely.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally stepped back. He wiped his tears with the back of his hand, clearing his throat as if trying to compose himself. Then, a faint, playful smile appeared on his face.
"Wait... there's one more thing left," he said, his tone lighter now, as he reached in to his pocket.
Saina tilted her head in confusion until he pulled out a small velvet box. Her eyes widened, and a soft gasp escaped her lips as he opened it to reveal two beautiful couple rings glimmering under the garden lights.
She stared at the rings, then at him, her mouth slightly open in surprise. "This...?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He smiled, his eyes shining with a tender yet teasing look. "Our wedding happened in such a rush," he began gently, his tone laced with affection. "We missed out on the engagement part. And honestly, I don't like the emptiness on your finger." He pointed to her left hand, grinning as he picked up one of the rings.
Saina giggled, her cheeks flushing as he held out his hand. "First, you put it on me," he said with a smirk, his eyes glinting with playful charm.
Shaking her head at his antics, she carefully picked up the ring and slid it onto his finger, her touch lingering, savoring the moment. He admired the ring for a moment before picking up the other one and reaching for her hand.
"Now it's my turn," he said softly, his voice carrying a deeper intimacy. Slowly, he slid the ring onto her finger, his gaze fixed solely on hers.
When the ring was in place, he held her hand tightly, lifting it slightly to place a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. "Perfect," he murmured, his eyes filled with pride and love.
Saina's heart fluttered as she looked down at their hands, their matching rings glinting as their fingers intertwined. It felt like the missing piece of their relationship had just fallen into place.
"Now it's complete," he said with a grin, pulling her closer by the waist. "Mrs. Saina, now you're officially mine."
She laughed softly, resting her forehead against his. "I am already your wife Sameer".
Rain poured down with increasing intensity, drenching everything in its path. Saina's eyes fluttered as she glanced at the overcast sky, her lips parting slightly in wonder. The cool droplets kissed her skin, soaking her red saree, making it cling to her curves. Sameer stood by her side, his eyes fixed on her, a playful glint dancing within them.
"Sameer, baarish ho rahi hai... chaliye andar," she called out, turning on her heels to run inside the hotel. But before she could take another step, his hand shot out, gently clutching hers. Startled, she turned to find him tugging her toward him, his grip firm yet tender.
"Sameer, kya kar rahe hain aap?" she gasped as she collided with his chest, her hand instinctively landing against his heart. His shirt, now plastered to his body, outlined his sculpted frame, and strands of his wet hair fell lazily across his forehead. His smoldering gaze locked onto hers, silencing her protests.
Ignoring her words, he wrapped an arm securely around her bare waist, the damp fabric of her saree offering little resistance to the warmth of his touch. She shivered, not from the rain but from the intensity of the moment. With a deliberate slowness, he brushed aside the wet strands of hair clinging to her face, his fingers grazing her cheek.
"Sameer..." she stammered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.
Her heart raced as his grip on her waist tightened, pulling her even closer.
"Chalo, dance karte hain," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.
"Dance?" she repeated, confused and breathless.
"Mujhe dance nahi aati, Sameer," she whispered, her cheeks flushing.
'Chaliya na Sameer yaha se'She tried to leave but he again pulled her chooda clad wrist.
"Main hoon na," he replied with a soft smile.
"Just follow my lead." Without giving her a chance to protest, he spun her lightly, her wet saree flaring briefly before sticking to her legs.
His hand found hers, their fingers intertwining, while his other hand remained on her waist, guiding her movements. Saina followed hesitantly at first, but his confidence and the rhythm of the rain pulled her in.
The world around them disappeared, leaving only the sound of raindrops and the soft splash of their feet on the wet ground. He twirled her pulling her up holding her hips as she wraps her arm around his neck.
As he twirled her again, she stumbled slightly, but he caught her effortlessly in his arms. their faces inches apart.
Her breath hitched, her lips slightly parted as she clung to him, her arms instinctively gripped his nape. His hold on her waist tightened, his fingers spreading against the soaked fabric of her saree, anchoring her firmly to him. His gaze dropped to her trembling lips, his dark eyes filled with an unspoken longing.
Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, brushing his wet nose against her cheek, his warm breath mingling with the cool rain. She shivered as he pressed his lips to her rain-kissed skin, sucking the droplets gently, igniting a fire within her.
Her fingers found their way into his wet hair, tangling in the strands as he trailed lower. His lips left a searing path from her cheek to her jawline, lingering just below her chin before moving to the curve of her neck. His kisses deepened, each one slow and deliberate, leaving her gasping for air.
"Sameer..." she moaned softly, her voice barely audible over the rain. Her body betrayed her, pressing closer to his as her breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling against his.
His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, "Let's go inside... because I don't want people to see what we're about to do, hmm?"
The words sent a thrilling shiver down her spine, and before she could react, he nipped at her earlobe, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin.
The sharp contrast between the cool rain and the warmth of his breath sent her pulse racing. Her hands tightened around his neck, her fingers digging into his damp shirt as she tried to steady herself, but it was too late. With a swift motion, he scooped her up effortlessly into his arms, this time more tightly and protectively and made his way inside the hotel.
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